It’s such a rush, being a feeder. Having pets who are so eager to not just alter their behavior for me, but their bodies too. That sort of devotion, obedience—it’s addictive. And you are devoted and obedient, aren’t you? You want to be my perfect piggy. Stuffed until you’re fat and sluggish, struggling to squeeze into your clothes, your big belly hanging over the waistband of your jeans… But just how dedicated are you? Are you eating to please me, or just because you like to eat? Here’s a little challenge to separate my good pigs from any old fat-ass. You’re going to make me proud, right